[Dissolve]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxUsername: SaraFox

xxxxxxxxxxxxViscet Name: Dan

xxxxxxxxxxxxViscet Gender: Male
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxRandom Facts

xxxxxxxxxxxThe Mask's power?
xxAh, yes! Dan's mask has a simple thing that he has
xxdeveloped over the years after the incident.
xxSimply from the incident he can smell only a
xxlittle bit and he does use the mask for breathing
xxfrom left over radiations from where he lives
xxand the condition he was left in. But his gas mask
xxcan also tell him how much radiation is in the air
xxand he uses this to help anyone that come by, so
xxthey don't end up getting affected from the radiation.



xWhat did Dan look like before the incident?

From before the incident, people have said that Dan's
fur and mane were a different colour. His fur possessed
a more light gray with small hints of brown in it and his
mane use to be a beautiful dark turquoise fading into a
more lighter turquoise colour. But those who did not see
him from before denied the fact that he's fur change
colour when he was hit by the radiation and they
also found it impossible, saying that his fur colour was
always a light/dark gray and that he has always has had
the purple and orange mane.

Why is this Viscet wearing a gas mask?:

“Get….as….-any…..peopl-…..out of here as you…..-an.” The radio cut out and Dan was in full panic mode. We were just practicing our rescue routine…I knew something like this would…happen. He thought “Okay boy, it looks like the radiation is pouring out into the air, we need to get as many people out of Pripyat as possible.” Dan’s human companion, Jackson coughed as he spoke, rubble was scattered everywhere around them. As he went to stand up another loud bang came out of nowhere. Dan and Jackson tumbled backwards, flames suddenly filled the air in front of them. As Dan hit the ground Dan's hearing was lost, replaced with a terrible ringing noise. Looking in front of him, terror filled his eyes. The power plant just exploded. Dan let out a small cry trying to wake his partner up, but it was no use, Jackson was knocked out cold, all Dan could do was drag him into a safe part of a building. Dan started to feel anxious, where are my pack mates? Are they okay? What about their human companions? All sorts of questions started to race through Dan's mind as people were running for their lives being their normal greedy selves, and not saving anyone that was stuck under rubble or left on the ground in shock, they were only saving themselves, no one else but themselves. Dan ignored them and started running towards where the explosion was set off, when he arrived his bright turquoise eyes turned into a more darker turquoise, his facial expression turned from determine to sadness. In front of him laid his pack mates, all of them hovering over their partners protecting them, but one thing stood out the most, radiation liquid covered their bodies.

Horrified Dan stepped back, already knowing their fate. A single tear rolled down Dan's face as he turned away from the sight, to him it felt like the world stopped moving for a moment as he whispered his final goodbye to all of them. "D-d..a..n." A small fading voice called out. "W-wat..ch..O-o.u..t." Before Dan could react another loud bang exploded behind him. Sparks flew around Dan as his eyes widened at the sight as a radiation goop sprayed all over him. Dan yelped as it melted into his fur, to most Viscet's this would kill them, but slowly the goop stay there leaking out of his body. His once beautiful turquoise coloured mane, was now turned into a dark purple fading into a pure orange. Dan was in pain, but his mind wandered back to Jackson, picking himself up from the ground he used all his power to stand and reach his beloved partner. His small yelps echoed through the town, the once beloved Pripyat was now turned into a ghost town.Time passed, Dan collapsed in front of Jackson who was now wearing a gas mask. "Dan!" he chocked out as he saw his condition. Dan was in pain, and it was making it hard for him to breath.

Jackson thought for a while, he smiled as he took off the gas mask and placed it on Dan instead. A worried look was placed on Dan's face as he started at Jackson "I'm sorry boy...but I was never going to make it, the radiation has already effected me and i'm already slowly dying. Pl..ease remember me bud.." He coughed. Why do you have to die! "Theres one thing I would like you ..to do-" Why couldn't it of been someone else!? "G-guard...t..his....place..for m-me, th..is is my..hom..e.to..wn." You can't leave me here.. "T..h..a..nk..y..o.u bud, a-a...nd...sta..y...s-s...a...fe" You just cant leave me here alone.. Before Dan knew it, Jackson was gone. Dan couldn't move as his emotions took over him. Very weakly Dan laid down beside him, snuggling into Jackson's side for the last and final time.

7 Years Later

The sun rays beamed onto Dan's grey fur as the goop surrounded him. Slowly raising his head he let out a small yawn, it was time for him to get back on duty. Patrolling the empty streets of Pripyat he spotted a group of teenagers. Rolling his eyes he sensed the radiation in the area was higher than usually. Dan eyed the group of people and hissed at them, not in a mean way, it was meant to be more of a warning for them. The group of people, scared of his appearance just stared at him nervously. "Yo, let's get out of here, he has some sort of radiation leaking out of him..." One of them said. Dan just hissed again, showing no emotion at all towards the people, once they drove away frightened, Dan was once again left alone only saying one last thing before turning back to his building. "Jackson, i'll protect this place till the day I die, I promise."

Mutation: goop (event rare)

[sweet tooth]

Username:Viscet
Viscet Name:Mumio- means "mummy" in Esperanto
Viscet Gender:Male
Why is this Viscet wearing a gas mask?:
“Mummy!” Mumio searched around for his mother, the turquoise eyes scanning the demolished forest, hoping to see the Viscet that had cared and loved him for his entire life. For once, he didn’t mind the life-long sickness that caused cracks to occur, allowing goo to ooze out. For the first time, he paid more attention to finding the female then the sharp pines that his still soft, undeveloped paws, could not handle without pain shooting through his tiny legs. But his shrieks for his kin seemed unnoticed, as another “BOOM!” filled the air. He felt the blown tree bits fall on his fur and despite being young; he could hear the screams and yells of all types of species. Viscet, humans, foxes; even the noble wolves were running in every direction, trying to escape this hell he found himself in.
As his wide eyes inspected the fallen trees, the bodies of every forest species he knew, he heard a familiar voice. “Mumio!” As Mumio turned, he saw the leader of his Viscet pack, who carried specks of blood on his side. As the blue Viscet ran towards him, Mumio noticed a twig lodged in the Viscet’s foot. It wasn’t very deep, but enough to let the large Alpha limp.
“Joun!” Mumio ran as good as a Viscling could go, but his tiny legs only made him a bit faster. As he approached Joun, the adult lifted the Viscling with his tiny arms and allowed him to climb on his back. Mumio hung on above the smaller part of Joun’s mane, digging his tiny, dull claws into Joun’s fur.
“Have you seen your mum?” Joun’s yellow-ringed eyes searched the forest, trying to drone out the screams of a human family who ran from the home they loved.
“I want my mummy. I haven’t seen my mummy,” Mumio replied, being so traumatized all he remembered was that his mummy had red spots. Mummy with red spots. Mummy with red spots. Everyone here has red spots. But mummy has real red spots.
“Joun!” Mumio turned as a heavily injured female Viscet ran to the leader. She was covered in so much red, so much salt covered her scent, Mumio could not tell who she is, until he saw her purple-ringed eyes and identify her as Jaz.
“Oh my god Jaz, are you alright?” Joun inspected the female, looking at her weak eyes as she slowly started to lose conscious.
“Jaz I need you to fi-“
An oval-shaped object hit Mumio, making him fall down hard. Joun noticed instantly that the Viscling had a bad fall, but just as he was quickly checking over the small Viscet, the dark green object exploded and blew everything away. Mumio flew uncountable feet back, hitting something before instantly seeing a dark world.
♥ ♥ ♥
As he opened his eyes, the light bit as his eyes and he had to shut them again. He moaned, his eyes and his back throbbing in pain. Mumio felt a warm, thick liquid running down his tail, a stabbing pain right where it began. He could taste blood coming from his tongue.
“Mummy?” He called as he saw a large object walk towards him. It stood on two legs, its arms reaching out to pick up the Viscet. Mumio’s eyes were blurred, unable to see identify the object. All he could smell was the salty red liquid that seemed to ooze out like the goo, but the goo was thicker and sitckier.
The object picked up the Viscet, unnaturally reaching for the underarms of his front legs. At first, confusion filled his mind, but then he smelt it.
Human.
Panic instantly rose through his mind as the creature began to run away. Not knowing what else to do, he wailed for help. “Mummy! Mummy!” he screamed, trying to claw the thick skin the human wore on his hands. He looked down at the brown skin, smelling a very slight smell of deer from the protector of the cold hands. He instantly bit down, his teeth ripping through the skin, but his teeth were too small to continue to penetrate the human. The furless creature yelped in surprise, before slapping the Viscling on his nose.
Mumio turned to the human, looking right at their tiny, beady eyes. They were a dark brown, almost black, and they showed no sign of love or care. Angered by the human not looking away, he growled, trying to warn the human. However, the human continued to stare at the young Viscet as they walked toward a large box. Just before he jumped up and snapped at their face, they threw the Viscling in. The door quickly shut before the weak baby could open his eyes, only to see a blur of a cage imprisoning him.
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His disease only got worse. His fevers rose, the goo was getting worse, and he began to see red spots in his vision. Though his vision had long become crystal-clear in terms of blur, everything he saw began to look like the spots covered like drops of blood splattered all over.
He had given in to the humans, the cold cages and hard beds being accepted into his life. The food tasted dull and the water tasted metallic. However, it was often overridden by his thoughts. The bombs. The red. Joun. Jaz. Mummy. He remembered the bombs, destroying lives as he searched for his mother.
Mummy.
He could hear the screams, the cries for lost ones, the faces of shock.
Mummy.
The amount of lives lost.
Mummy.
Gone.
Where is my mummy?
♥ ♥ ♥
“Put this on him,” a human ordered, the scent of a deep-voiced male coming near the Viscling. “It may help him.”
The cage opened, the creak of unoiled hinges waking Mumio. However, he could barely lift his head, the sickness making his bones weak and the fever burning hi inside out. “Mummy?” his whisper was almost inaudible, his eyes squinting as he peered through the spots that covered his eyesight.
“Don’t worry, hun,” a female human who Mumio had grown close with told him, “this will help. Just allow the man to put it on.” It’s not like he had much of a choice, as his limp body was carefully picked up by the cold hands of the man. Mumio looked over to the lady, her dark brown eyes that had saved from the bombing held a happy and hopeful glace, though a dash of sadness hid behind her eyes.
The man laid the small animal on the cold, hard table, the afternoon light shining through cracks of the closed window. The man left the small laboratory, only having a few desks and a small refrigerator.
As he looking around the plain, empty room, he felt a soft hand stroke his heated body. He felt too weak to look who it was, but he knew from the careful, loving stroke, that it was the woman, the only thing he truly had.
After a silent moment, the door opened wide. Mumio slightly moved his head, his eyes following the man as he approached the sick Viscling. He held something long, yet small, as if to put over the Viscet’s snout. The man placed the object, revealing to be a gas mask. He went to the refrigerator, pulling out a large small tube of a turquoise liquid. “Put this in the breathing compartment,” he advised the woman, who took the tube and poured the liquid into the mask.
“This might sting a bit, sorry babe,” the female said as she began to place the mask in position. As she slowly slipped it on, Mumio felt a sharp pain as two sharp needles injected into his skin, making him squeal in pain as the muzzle slowly injected the needles in his snout.
A few painful moments later, though, he began to feel something, something…energizing. His body began to no longer feel weak, his eyes slowly opening from their squinting position. He felt his fever fall, and the red spots began to fade. The thoughts of the disaster, only a few weeks ago, seemed to begin to erase from him. Mummy began to fade from his memory.
♥ ♥ ♥
He began to heal, though the goo would continue to ooze for his life. He would carry the disease with him forever, and so he needed the muzzle until forever after.
A few years passed, and the Veterinarians could no longer find another symptom of the mysterious disease they could heal. After a long human debate, Mumio was released. He was forever grateful for his ability to leave the human care.
He knew his mother was gone, though, based on a episode of a time-traveler show, he’d ask other Viscets “Are you my mummy?”, since he had asked that question back when he was very sick. He only told to those who got the joke, the ones who had seen him as a helpless Viscet, crying for his mummy.
As he walked through the new forest, for his old forest had been completely destroyed by the bombs, he remembered the gas mask, stuck deep into his skin. The gas mask he’ll need for this lifelong sickness.

[Samsherwoodc]

Username:
Viscet Name:
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Why is this Viscet wearing a gas mask?:

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[Kurocatalyst]

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Akreon
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nazi ( na - zi )
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nazi was rather scared of the world, because when he was little, a knife had sliced him on the muzzle. it was a freak aciddent from what he knows. but he now loves the mask and usually wears it for Halloween.

[fish-soda]

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[certified]

Username: CertifiedFreak1620
Viscet Name: Crest
Viscet Gender: Female
Why is this Viscet wearing a gas mask?:
Crest wears a gas mask because she is completely obsessed with Bain from batman. She happens to characterize herself as him and even talks in a lower tone because she admires him so much.

[Dragonets-of-destiny]

Username:
Dragonets-Of-Destiny
Name:
Vexus, I choose this name because of my favorite animation, Cheetwo and Vexus.
Gender:
Male
Why are they wearing a mask:
Vexus was like any normal Viscet. He was playful and sly and loved all kinds of things. But above all he was loyal. One day Vexus strayed to far from the pack and stumbled upon an abomination. Vexus was suprised to see it was a mangled up dog. The dog looked up a bloody bandage covering half his face. The dog said his name was Cheetwo and he was badly torn up by a human lab creation. Vexus took Cheetwo in and helped him throught the tough times. Soon Cheetwo was almpst fully recovered, but it was not good for Cheetwo's face. Half of it was missing and you could see where Cheetwo's teeth lined with his jaw. So Vexus made him a mask and Cheetwo wore it everyday. Vexus and Cheetwo stayed together and soon the weird looking friends became as close as brothers. Vexus wanted to see for himself what had caused this horrible thing and went to seek out the terrible humans that did this. Cheetwo told him not to, but in the dead of night Vexus traveled out. He found the lab about 10 miles away from camp, but it was hard to tell what was what. So Vexus got closer. But suddenly without warning a net sprang on Vexus. Humans flooded around Vexus, poking him with tazers. Vexus cried out and tried to tear through the net but it didn't help. Vexus was dragged into the lab, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of orange fur. Vexus gave a soft grumble and fell unconscious. When Vexus woke up he was in a closed room with a large window, which was actually a glass door. A blaring shrieking was sounding through the room and a little red light blinked in the corner of the room. Concerned, Vexus looked out the window to see frightened humans running around. Vexus saw out of the mass a orange blur coming at the glass. It was Cheetwo! Cheetwo hurried his body at the glass and shattered it instantly with the metal the humans had placed inside him. Vexus and Cheetwo ran towards and exit when suddenly a blast of goo from a door hurried them against the wall. Vexus stood up, his vision blurred and he walked shakily, using the wall for support. A sudden burning came in through his fur a the goo stuck to his mane. Vexus saw Cheetwo in a strange position on the floor. Vexus ran over to him and hunched down. Cheetwo told Vexus he was dieing and to take his mask and wear it everyday. Vexus took the mask and gave Cheetwo a sad glance before bolting, the goo over taking Cheetwo. After that day, Vexus carries around the mask and the guilt that he didn't listen to Cheetwo and not go to the lab. Vexus now never trusts humans.

[Sketchasaur]

Username: Splatter
Viscet Name: Mitchi
Viscet Gender: Male
Why is this Viscet wearing a gas mask?:

The particular goo he has always seemed to bother him.
The smell, the taste that got on his tongue, and more had caused him
quite a bit of trouble as he went on through life. One day he found a gas
mask in an abandoned shed. Not thinking much of it, he put it on and started
coughing. This was just dust as the mask had been sitting for quite some time.
After it had settled he came to realize he could breath rather well. He had wondered
if this how other viscets breathed without a single problem. Now of course, some of
the viscets didn't approve of this mask for it's looks and the purpose of most gas masks
however those viscets didn't know his story so there wasn't a need to worry about it.
The gas mask he later on had it re-designed to help his breathing so he is almost
never without it. It helps keep the air pure within it and doesn't allow the chemical
smell of his goo to mess with how he functions.

[iBrevity]

Username:
iBrevity

Viscet Name:


Viscet Gender:
male

Why is this Viscet wearing a gas mask?:
[they're internally radioactive/poisonous to others via breath]

res cx

[Synerie]

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υѕernaмe//
lady lightwing.

vιѕceт naмe//
Draco

vιѕceт gender//
Male


wнy ιѕ тнιѕ vιѕceт wearιng a gaѕ мaѕĸ?//
Draco wears a gas mask because he was exposed to
hazardous radioactive waste, that badly damaged only his
muzzle, luckily. He found a gas mask, caught under some of the rubble
in the building, and decided to use it to cover his wounds. While on his own,
Draco repaired the gas mask and made it match with his colors..
That's why he wears one.

With a jolt, Draco opened his eyes, everything was blurry and spots swam across his field of vision. He clenched his eyes, shaking his head and he staggered to stand. After many attempts, Draco finally stood, eyes slowly opening, the light assaulting his sensitive vision before soon, he was able to see just fine, "W-What happened..?" Draco groaned to no one in particular, hoping no one had heard him, and no one did. He staggered off, and realized he was in the rubble left of the old radioactive plant near where he used to live, "How did I get here.." Draco croaked to himself, looking around, then realizing most of his blurry vision was from the dust flickering and darting in the cold, still air. He turned as he heard a faint splatter and frowned, unable to find the source, before he felt something hit his muzzle, and slowly trickle down, dripping on his nose. With a pained shriek, Draco realized it was the thick, burning substance of radioactive waste. He raised his front paws, before stopping, realizing rubbing it off would do him no good. He stumbled off, tears forming heavily in his eyes at the strong, harsh pain of the burning. He could barely move his muzzle now, blood forming in the wounds. Draco turned as he saw a glint, before he retrieved the dirty but still in good condition gas mask. Draco tugged it over his muzzle, wincing as it rubbed at raw wounds. He stumbled for a way out, and would repair the mask as soon as he was far away from this place..
Most of the goop had dripped onto Draco's body, but for some reason, it didn't hurt him as much as it did when it landed on his muzzle, so he never bothered with it. Most the other Viscets say he looks like a radioactive hazard himself, will all the goop on him, as if it were coming out of him....

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